"If only you were the person you portrayed yourself to be. But you aren't. You're a pathetic excuse of a human, aren't you Ryder? Your anger slowly building up over the mere comments I've made. Are you that easily hurt? Like I said, pathetic."
After my shower, Ryder come and got me. Taking me to his office. He sat down in the office chair, nodding for me to sit in front of him. I took a seat and pulled out my knife, beginning to turn it in my fingers.
"Harley, can you out the knife down so I can least know your paying attention?" He was trying to be polite, gritting his teeth with every word.
"No."
He leant forward,resting his elbows on the desk. "Harley, the knife doesn't make you scary. You probably don't even know how to use it correctly."
I looked up at him, arching my eyebrow. "That's quite foolish of you. You know exactly what I am capable of," I paused, "Brave, but stupid. That's what gets you killed."
"You may be very well known, but you're also in my territory, don't forget that."
"You're weak, and so are your men. I took down four of your men with my bare hands, while they were equipped with weapons. I assure you, I'd have no trouble slicing open your gut as I danced in the blood dripping from my previous victims." I stated, twirling the rusty knife in my fingers, smirking as it sometimes nipped my skin.
"To be honest love, I'd enjoy ripping my knife through your throat to shut that foul mouth of yours, you're voice is quite annoying," Ryder admitted "But I'd equally enjoy you underneath me, as I took control of you and that sweet little body."
I gasped, then proceeded to make gag-like noises.
"Someone as small as you couldn't do that much damage, I bet that I could strip you from your title as quick as the click of my fingers." Ryder added, a little too cockily.
Within a second, I had pushed him up against a wall, with my knife that was being twirled in my fingers, up against his throat. I stood on my tip-toes, levelling myslef with his ear and whispered
"Go on you bastard, I dare you."
He grabbed my shoulders, switching us around so I was against the wall, my arm twisted above my head with my knife in my hand, him caging me in his arms with his body pressed against mine.
His mouth was near my ear, his breathing coaxing it in warmth,"That's not a very smart thing to say, I'll happily take up on that dare love."
The feeling of his warm hands around me felt nice. Too nice.
So I head butted him.
"Argh, you bitch!" He shouted, leaning back and placing his head in his hands.
God his head was hard, I think I'm going to have concussion.
"Tyrone, Jake! Help me, If I kill him then you guys can be free!" I screamed. This was surely going to be the next week of gossip for the maids I had seen walking around the mansion.
Tyrone rushed in with messy hair and rugged clothes, Jake soon behind him with red swollen lips.
"Ryder, we understand you're obsessed with her but god, keep it in you're pants!" Tyrone laughed while rolling his eyes.
Ryder sat back down in his chair, "I've had one of my maids, Kelly, to get some clothes for you, she'll be in the minute."
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